1. When fate struck me with those I love
With the arrow of torment—such is the wont of fate, ever false—

2. I wept for myself and said: "Patience!"
A youth has naught but fortitude and patience.

3. And I said, as another said of old:
"He has grown distant and estranged." So separation came.

4. I marveled how time had intrigued between us,
Then, when what was between us passed, time was still.